Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Czech Republic and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Q and Not U to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Zapp. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
Tim Buckley,
Yaz,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
Darondo,
B.T. Express,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quadrant,
Rapeman,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Scion,
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
Michelle Simonal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
Marine Girls,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.